Friday, January 20, 2006 | 5:11 AM

One day, I turned to talk to him.. But he is not there anymore..

It is like learning to ride a bicycle with you Dad holding onto the back of bike. You wobble along the path, everthing is going right, and after you made it through a rough path safely, you turn back to give a huge grin to discover. He is not there.

You peer into the distance, and see him as the person who is excitedly jumping up and down, waving his arms energetically, wearing an equally huge and just as huge grin on his face.

Depending on the rider, at this point in time, you may also crash into something and fall off your bike.

Suddenly, you think of all the things you would give up, just to let Dad teach you how to ride the bike all over again.

Maybe it is time to stop being so reliant on him.

One day, I turned back, and saw nothing else on the path save for my mulitple shadows. I kept searching for her in the crowd, and still I keep searching..

It is like looking through your photographs you have taken when youwere youg. Those brown, faded pictures depicting tiny little frames of your life. Then you realise, with a pang, where is that teddy you had when you were younger?

Its physical existence had been washed away thanks to the cruel anitics of time, and blanked out from your memory the instant the bright lights of the future shone upon them as you now mindlessly seek the elusive glow, glimmer, gleam.

Have she gotten lost from me? Or the other way around? I want her back...

He, shes, these random selves of mine.

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